She sounded like a million stars
If they could sing to me in the night
If they could see far enough
To find me searching for the light
And she moved like a beam of magic from the sky
In time to pull me from my habit
Of holding to things that cover me
But never let me soar
She looked like a flower,
In a field of green,
Not a blade of grass to be seen
She was the one
The one who broke the mold and shadowed the plains
That she came from heaven was not to be doubted
For when I watched her sway in the fields
The whisper of the sun
Was God singing to her dancing
She held my heart in the palm of her hand
Like a baby bird trembling
Until my feathers fell through her fingers
How could she look away and not think I'd be painting her
With my eyes
Why am I now so blessed after all this time
And how could she not see herself
As I see her?
The bumblebee comes to her
The sun revolves around her
The grass gathers near her
The rain keeps her tender
The wind keeps her nimble
The stars peek through thimbles of light
The moon boldly stares
And I rest in her hand
As she sleeps in my heart
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Copyright ©2000 Michael Paul September 7, 11:11pm
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